A blog about things -- not necessarily beautiful -- that at least jolted me out of my tram-lined train of thought. They may be funny, poignant, disgusting or beautiful, but they will be personal. You, dear reader, may not give a damn about an image of a crisp packet at the edge of a river but I might think it so delightful that I cry with gratitude. And a few poems. A a book plug or two.

Friday, 30 April 2010

Thursday, 29 April 2010

I've just picked up a different stitching program and tried it with the same ten images. It has more scope for paying with the angles and such, but takes a long time -- I have to set many of the control points by hand. Aslo, it won't mix portrait shots with landscape, so the two chaps who appeared in one photograpg had as much walidity as anything else, thus their appearance in the second joiner and not the first.

Monday, 19 April 2010

Sunday, 18 April 2010

I've been challenged by D J Kirkby to tell six truths and one lie about myself. One of these is not the same:

1. I have been telling stories since I was four.2. I have a degree in Fine Art from the Tower of Art3. I write four seperate blogs a day4. I have a dozen tattoos5. I'm handfasted to and live with two people at once6. I have more erotica in print than I do Harold and Jasfoup stories7. After graduating from my degree I worked as a street cleaner in Wolverhampton.